"Hit?" Ruan Xianbei immediately thought of another word, "You mean injection?"
"Oh? It's more clever to use the word injection." Elder Jin said, "Taking medicine and injecting medicine are two completely different effects. I think the effect of injecting medicine will be much more direct. Think about what kind of medicine you are going to take. What kind of medicine can cause such a mutation in a short period of time?"
Ruan Xianbei pondered for a moment and thought of the science fiction plots he had seen before. Could it be that in this era, someone has developed ahead of schedule? Or are there other souls from other places like her?
At this time, the doctors—including Lao Jin, who took an unusual approach, and the disciples of Wanhua Valley—basically used external and internal treatments. Injections required syringes and other equipment to extract the medicine.
Thinking of this, her face became more solemn. In her memory, the earliest syringe in the world was invented by Pravoz, a famous French inventor, in 1853. In the era before syringes, people could only Restore your health by slowly taking medicine and recuperating.
She had never thought about this before. She just felt that it was common sense that there would be no syringes at this time, but that didn't mean there really weren't any.
So here comes the question...did those people introduce these things from the other side of the sea, or did they invent them themselves?
If it's the latter, that's terrible.
"Then can she still be saved? Will she also mutate?" Ruan Xianbei asked the key question. If Xi'er cannot be saved, will Sangzhu also be saved?
Now the worst result of the experiment is death. If those people succeed, won't the world become purgatory?
At this time, Lan Zhao also helped Xi'er button up her clothes again, "I've finished the inspection and found no abnormalities for the time being."
"Just stay here. There is no chance of a situation like this. You can prepare for the funeral." Elder Jin said, "Preparing for the funeral is as common as saying have you eaten, and there is also a hint of excitement." I will try my best to keep her alive longer. If the saint still has a suitable person, she will send it to me."
10% is equivalent to nothing.
"Lao Jin, please help her control her first. Her mother is also here. I will take her back to eat and bathe first, and then send her over in the evening."
"Okay." Elder Jin gave Xi'er a red pill and waved them away, preventing him from studying toxicology here.
In a sense, Elder Jin is the same type of person as those people. He is passionate about what he does and has no moral concept. However, Elder Jin naturally has to abide by some rules and regulations as he is protected by the Demon Cult. Fortunately, he is not that crazy, he just wants a place to do his research, and he just has to do what the leader says he can and cannot do.
"By the way, Saint, you've run out of blood, give me some more."
"I'm not free now, I'll talk to you later."
Not knowing what the effect of this pill was and how long it would last, Ruan Xianbei and Lan Zhao took Xi'er back first.
On the way, Ruan Xianbei asked Lan Zhao, "Lan Zhao, what do you think?"
Lan Zhao said: "I want to learn from Elder Jin. He uses poison and I use medicine to see if there is a chance of survival. Even if I can't save Xi'er, I can save others in the future... I just don't know if he is willing."
People who are good at everything have more or less quirks. It is understandable that many people don't like to spread their knowledge to others.
"You go ahead and I'll tell him."
"Sister Ruan..."
The two of them were talking and Xi'er's weak voice came out. I don't know when she woke up.
"Xi'er? How do you feel?" Ruan Xianbei actually felt like holding a baby when he held her. The child had no flesh on her body and was so light and fluttering.
"It's a little uncomfortable. Sometimes I feel... I don't seem to be me anymore..." Xi'er murmured, "Sister Ruan... am I going to die?"
Ruan Xianbei thought for a while but it was useless to try to trick her with nice words. Instead, he admitted directly: "Maybe, there is only a small chance."
Xi'er was silent for a while and said, "I'm not afraid of death... but my mother is not in good health... Can my sister help me take care of my mother when I die?"
Ruan Xianbei held her hand tightly and said seriously: "I will."
"Where are we going now?" Xi'er asked.
"Go take a hot bath, eat something delicious, and then get a good night's sleep."
"Is Aniang here too?"
"Well, you can have a nice talk."
Xi'er grabbed her sleeves, buried her head in Ruan Xianbei's chest, and sobbed softly.
She finally asked Ruan Xianbei: "If I can't control myself and become bad, just kill me."
"Xi'er!" Qianniang didn't expect Xi'er to come back so soon. She was sitting alone in the room and felt uneasy. When she saw Xi'er, a happy smile immediately appeared on her face.
When Xi'er arrived at the door, she had to get down and walk on her own. I don't know if the medicine had taken effect, but she seemed to be in better spirits.
"Aniang!" Xi'er raised a smile and ran towards Qianniang.
Ruan Xianbei and Lan Zhao saw this and stopped disturbing their mother and daughter. She asked the kitchen to cook some exquisite and delicious meals and sent them over. She also left another maid with some skills to wait outside the door.
"Zhao Zhao, I'm going to find my brother. Why don't you go back and rest for a while?"
Lan Zhao's room was still the same one as before. She smiled at Yun Cai, who was helping her tidy up the room, and nodded.
…
Ruan Xianbei arrived at Ruan Yan's side. For the first time in a hundred years, Ruan Yan was not in the study, but sitting in the yard with a pot of tea and a game of chess in front of him.
I don’t know why the ancients were so keen on such a boring thing as playing chess with themselves.
"Brother." Ruan Xianbei shouted.
"Back." Ruan Yan responded, put down the chess piece in his hand, picked up a book and rushed towards her face.
"Oops! Ruan Yan!" She blocked it with her hand, took two steps and knocked the book back.
Ruan Xianbei was so tired that she didn't understand what Ruan Yan suddenly wanted to do with her. At first, she subconsciously did it with Ruan Yan, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became and she didn't want to fight anymore.
But after she dodged twice, Ruan Yan was hit twice. The hits on her arms and backs of her hands were so painful that Ruan Xianbei just stood there without moving.
"It hurts! If you hit me again, I will tell my parents! I will go to my father's grave and cry to him later to tell him how pitiful I am!"
Ruan Yan:......
As expected, Ruan Yan stopped and said helplessly: "Is that all you can do? No wonder a person is stuck in a traffic jam and still asks for help."
"I've worked so hard and you don't feel sorry for me! And you're talking about me in turn!" Ruan Xianbei showed him the back of his hand that was red, and said unhappily: "Look, it's red! Are you my brother?"
"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work." Ruan Yan just wanted to try her kung fu on a whim, but he didn't expect that she would rather get beaten twice than do anything. This time, she felt a little unreasonable, "Ziyao, go get the saint's favorite food. Here are the pastries."
"The leader knew you were coming back early, so he prepared everything for the saint." Ziyao said warmly. She was used to seeing the brother and sister quarreling whenever they disagreed.
"I want to drink milk!" Ruan Xianbei yelled, and his expression became a little better. "Brother, I have something to tell you."
She told the story about Ansui Village again, and her mouth went dry.
"I met two women this time. One is about 60 or 70% like me, and the other is about 23% like me. Brother, did they do what happened before? Are there really people in this world who are so similar to me?"
"Yes, maybe not. I don't know much about this either."
Ruan Xianbei curled his lips. Anyone who finds someone imitating him would be in a bad mood.
When she finished telling the whole story and drank two cups of tea, Ruan Yan seemed to have known it for a long time: "Oh, it's almost the same as the rumors."
Ruan Xianbei said in surprise: "Rumors? There are already rumors in such a short time?! What kind of god is so gossipy? Now that you know it, you want me to tell it again?"
"It came out on a rainy night."
Ruan Xianbei once again heard the name of the organization Yuye. It turned out that this was the essential thing in the storybook that would always stand firm.
The organization is simply elusive.
"How did Yuye know?" she asked curiously.
Ruan Yan said: "Wherever there are people, there are Yuye. They are everywhere and have first-hand intelligence. As the saying goes, you can offend anyone, but don't offend Yuye, but they rarely have contact with people."
Ruan Xianbei raised his eyebrows: "Then how did you get the news from Yuye again and again?"
Ruan Yan smiled enigmatically, "You will get in touch with them if you have the chance."
"Okay, let's get down to business." Ruan Yan picked up a white piece and placed it on the chessboard, "I found my mother's whereabouts."
"Where?" Ruan Xianbei's attention instantly focused and he asked.
"Lingxiao Villa." He picked up another black stone and placed it opposite the white stone.
These four made a splash. From the moment Ruan Yan got the news, the two sects would no longer test each other secretly, but would directly confront each other.
"So, we must have a battle with Lingxiao Villa... That dream of mine——" Ruan Xianbei felt like the dust had settled when he heard these four words, that is, the answer he had always guessed was confirmed, and there were no surprises. .
When she closed her eyes, she seemed to see the scene of the mountain where there were cries of killing, the scene of corpses strewn in rivers of blood, the scene of her heart being torn out and Ruan Yan's life and death unknown.
This dream was like an unsolvable puzzle that kept haunting her, popping up from time to time and stimulating her nerves.
"Don't think too much. Thanks to your tip, I will go in the direction of Lingxiao Villa to check."
Ruan Xianbei opened her eyes and was a little confused. Why did Lingxiao Villa hide her mother's body? She couldn't say those two words, but she knew that her mother was no longer alive.
Ruan Yan looked at her with a complicated expression. What he was going to say next would reveal a huge lie. When he saw this information, he was shocked for a long time. He had a splitting headache and recovered a forgotten memory.
This past event is very important to both him and Ruan Xianbei, but I don't know if she can bear it.
"It's about the memory you are missing."
Ruan Yan's look and his hesitant expression let Ruan Xianbei know that the next words were very important, and she became nervous. At this time, she felt an untimely stomachache.
The abnormal colic caused her to stand up suddenly. Ruan Xianbei held her stomach and said with an ugly expression: "Brother, wait a minute...! I'll be back as soon as I can—"
Her interruption completely destroyed the tense atmosphere. Ruan Yan resisted the urge to beat her and sat in the yard waiting for her.
Ruan Xianbei came out of the clean room feeling relaxed. She felt like a child listening to the teacher's make-up lessons. She also felt strange that for her, this missing memory was actually harmless. It was like she was playing a dungeon, piecing together a fragment here and a fragment there. Why was she nervous? She has never even been nervous about the college entrance examination!
Could it be that the original owner is nervous?
She muttered and walked back to cheer herself up: "Come on Ruan Xianbei! You can do it! Don't be afraid! I'm here! Come on! Don't be nervous! Don't do [silencing] again!"
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
.
Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
